Brooke Stewart, a realtor in New York, is sure of
one of thing. She should never fully trust someone who has secrets. Especially
when said bad boy is the sexiest man walking on earth. She is running
away and has no intention of ever returning to him. But when a friend is killed
and the one man she thought she would never meet again is accused of murder,
she knows the story doesn’t add up.

Dangerously sexy and arrogant millionaire Jett
Mayfield knows his secrets are not doing him any favors. However, when they
serve to save Brooke’s life, he has no intention of revealing them. When
problems spiral out of control and his life is turned upside down, he knows he
needs her more than ever. He needs her more than he knows. But will he be
strong enough to do what needs to be done?

In a world where truth shatters and danger is
closing in on them, where love is their only sanctuary, will they be able to
find each other or is it time to let each other go?

The Last Book in the New York Times Bestselling Dark Romance
Series. Where love tries to triumph and darkness continues to reign....“I’m in love with her, but it might not be enough to stop her from
becoming the latest victim of the Debt Inheritance. I know who I am now. I know
what I must do. We will be together—I just hope it’s on Earth rather than in
heaven.”

Cut’s voice
physically hurt me as he forced me to my knees. The ballroom splendour mocked
me as I bowed unwillingly at the feet of my executioner.

Velvet and
hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like the diamonds the Hawks
smuggled—a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and crude craftsmanship of
the guillotine dais. No finesse. No pride. Just a raised podium, framework
cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to the side.

“Don’t do this.
Cut…think about what you’ve become. You can stop this.” My voice mimicked a beg
but I’d vowed not to beg. I’d seen things, understood things, and suffered
things I never thought I would be able to endure. I refused to cry or grovel. I
wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.

“In five minutes,
this will all be over, Weaver.” Cut bent to the side and collected a wicker
basket.

The wicker basket.

I didn’t want to
think about what its contents would be.

He placed it on the
other side of the wooden block.

My lungs demanded
more oxygen. My brain demanded more time. And my heart…it demanded more hope,
more life, more love.

I’m not ready.

Not like this.

“Cut—”

“No. No more talking.
Not after everything you’ve done.” Ripping a black hood from his pocket, he didn’t
hesitate. No fanfare. No second guesses.

I cried out as the
scratchy blackness engulfed my face, tightening by a cord around my throat.

The Weaver Wailer
chilled me. The diamond collar that’d seen what I’d seen and whispered with
phantoms of my slain family prepared to revoke its claim and detach from around
my neck.

It's not everyday you find an author in which you welcome the fact that they will leave you teetering upon a precipice when you finish reading. Pepper Winters is that author and I welcome the reprieve of time between her novels.

That time is time to digest, process and feel that multitude of words that she has laid down on paper taking you on a journey that will have you cringing, gasping, crying and smiling and feeling.

Final debt was no different. Although in this novel Pepper Winters evoked emotion, sympathy and tears for unlikely characters from me. I was actually surprised that I reacted that way.

This book will give you answers to many of the questions that have been riddled throughout the series. Secrets are revealed, some expected and others not. There will be death, pain and chaos however there will also be forgiveness, healing and most of all love.

Pepper keeps the twists and turns which you have become accustomed to in the series very much alive right through to the end. We play catch up with all of the characters and visit some from the past. Each character having their "say" as it was. I had been warned that this was a very long book.....however, if you are a Pepper Winters fan you will be so immersed in the story that time will just fly by and before you know it, it will all be over.

I truly enjoyed spending my time with Kestrel, Jazzy, Nila and even Cut. Daniel and Bonnie I never took a liking to but for good reason. Karma has a way of setting things straight.

IF you haven't started this series......go now and #1click.....it is complete. I could have never waited to read this series. I push all things aside at an opportunity to read words from the brilliant, yet at times scary, mind of Pepper Winters. She is and will continue to be one of my go to authors.

Pepper Winters wears many
roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark,
taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the
better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh,
and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing,
fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

Melanie Winters and
Daniel Montgomery shared a love most only dream of, a love they believed bonded
them together for life.When
their world is shattered by the tragic loss of their daughter, overwhelming
grief and misguided guilt distorts the truth, and their relationship ends in
uncertainty and unanswered questions.For
nine years, they drift through life, each unable to forget the one who holds
the strings to their heart. In an attempt to escape the pain of her past,
Melanie finds herself trapped in a loveless marriage, while Daniel loses
himself in a career that means nothing without Melanie by his side.Now, when their lives again intersect,
neither can deny the connection they felt so long ago. But will the power that
drew them together be enough to heal the wounds from their past, and will they
have the courage to overcome the insecurities and fears that threaten to keep them
apart?Pulled is a story of
attraction and separation, of destiny and duty, of a love so strong it refuses
to give up even when all others have.

"Okay, this one did it for me in a big way.
I'm an angst-lover. And by that I mean, I'm a Thoughtless, Beautiful Disaster,
Love Unscripted, Slammed, Fifty Shades of Everything, kind of reader. But
there's gotta be an HEA. And not a half-done HEA but a real
yeah-this-story-has-been-agonizing-but-look-it-was-all-worth-it HEA. So, that
said, I earnestly recommend this book. If you're like me, you'll like this.
Enjoy!" - LitJunkie

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author of contemporary and new adult romance. She first found a love for
writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the
journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet
for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life. Years later, she
shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and,
with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L.
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I was his lucky Penny. He
was my light in the dark, hope in despair. Our bond was one of survival,
friendship... first love.

But then we were ripped
apart and Blake Weston became the memory I turned to when everything else in my
life fell apart.

Seven years later, a
summer working at Camp Chance is supposed to be my fresh start. Beautiful
scenery and the chance to better the lives of foster children--kids like me.
But when my eyes land on him across the fire, time stands still and feelings
come rushing back to the surface. I thought I'd moved on, tucked him away in my
heart. One look into his soulful blue eyes and I know I'm wrong. Blake Weston
can heal the broken parts of me. Restore my hope. Love me.

It's our second chance. A
sign we are supposed to be together.

Isn't it?

I was twelve when I
survived the accident that killed my parents. Fourteen when I survived the
devil. And sixteen, when I survived a heartbreak of the worst kind.

But in my twenty-three
years, Blake Weston might just be the first thing I won't survive.

Marissa didn’t follow me. It was most likely she had pieced
together our story after Blake’s song. How could she not? It was as if he had
weaved our entire relationship into his lyrics. I could feel his
sixteen-year-old self singing every line to my sixteen-year-old self. Although,
I was pretty certain the sixteen-year-old Blake I’d known then had no clue how
to play the guitar.

After washing the tearstains from my face, I brushed my teeth.
It was still early, but I couldn’t face going back out there, so I changed into
my shorts and tank top and climbed into bed. Sleep would be impossible, but at
least here, I was safe.

Most people felt lonely in solitude, but I welcomed the silence.
I embraced it even. Something about the quiet, the knowledge no one else was
around, comforted me. I knew it made me different. I didn’t need a shrink to
tell me that, but it didn’t change the fact that I found sanctuary in being
alone.

I lay there not really allowing myself to think. Thinking was
dangerous; it led to remembering, and my memories were stained with pain and
hurt and the kinds of things that made most people’s nightmares look like a
walk in the park. Instead, I tracked the uneven cabin ceiling. My eyes followed
the planes of the wood from one end to the other and back again until they grew
heavy.

A knock on the door startled me sending my already restless
heart into overdrive and I rubbed at my eyes.

“Hello?” I called out hoping to hear Marissa’s voice, but I knew
it wasn’t her. She wouldn’t have knocked; she would have barged right in and
demanded answers.

Forcing myself to sit up, I swung my legs over the edge of the
bed. He wasn’t going away. Blake—our connection—was something I was going to
have to deal with sooner or later, and from Blake’s admissions over the last
few days, it seemed that he was making the decision for me.

My legs were like lead as I walked to the door. It swung open
and Blake stood there looking at me with such reverence in his eyes I almost
crumpled. Maybe I did crumple because, before my head had time to process what
was happening, I was in Blake’s arms, and he was holding on to me like he
needed me to breathe.

“I’ve missed you so much. I’ve tried to stay away, to give
you space, but I can’t. I can’t spend another day feeling like you might slip
through my fingers again.”

One of Blake’s hands buried itself in my hair and cradled my
head holding me to him. My face pressed up against the collar of his hoodie,
and I breathed him in. He smelled familiar, like damp grass and fresh air, of a
time when things were less complicated, and my heart ached for us. At that
moment, we weren’t two strangers reunited by chance; we were sixteen-year-old
Blake and Penny.

L.A is author of the
Fate’s Love Series and Chastity Falls Series. Home is a small town in the
middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time mum to two
little people with writing. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in
front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L. A immersed in a book, escaping
the chaos that is life.